Hoi Suruma. Your Pop and Mom call you Suruma, don't they? I should have guessed at the beginning itself. Your blog itself is called 'Suruma Writes On...' And all the while I was calling you Jasmine (probably your name in school, am I right?). My brain is a little slow. It is used to be as fast as yours when I was young... But that is not the subject I wanted to write on. It is about your new poem. Are you some kind of a magician? Only magicians can bring out something from nothing. I have seen them producing rabbits out of hats. A wave of the magic wand and suddenly, wonder of wonders, there is a rabbit with long ears jumping out of a hat. Exactly like that you have written a beautiful poem with no subject at all. Congragulations!!! Keep writing. Everything is subject for a poem if you look at it with beautiful eyes. Your father, mother, friend, cat, donkey... Of course, they do not look similar. But you can write poems on each one of them in different ways. Venu Uncle.
wow...yesterday i saw you but could not write a test....its really great dat u'r writing at this age....good ....i'm really happy to see you with good creative style....keep writing ma little one.....wish you all da best....luv thomman k.
After winning the FIRST prize in the state level "Dr. P.C ALEXANDER MEMORIAL Extempore Speech Competition 2014 ,English Junior Category along with winners from other categories .This photo was published in the first page of Malayala Manorama Daily on 12 th Jan 2014. Girl with red shirt is me!
Nizamuddin Dargah at night is a beauty unparalleled. Though I've been to the place quite a few times and all in the mornings and despised the state of the place at all times, the dargah at night made me fall in love with each of its corners that I despised and each of its people that I felt sorry for. There is something magical about its air once the sun sets. Adorned in the soft glow of yellow lights and coloured papers that hang mid air, the dargah and its narrow alleyways are a sight to behold. And then there are those small shops inside its alleys, selling rose petals, colourful 'chadars', athars, rings and tasbis that beam in the glory of the night, adding to the mystique of the place. As a qawwali enthusiast, I've literally grown up listening to qawwalis that sing praise of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya (most of which were composed by Amir Khusro, whose tomb lies just opposite the sufi saint's). And the first time I visited the place, I expected to be transcen
Hoi Suruma. Your Pop and Mom call you Suruma, don't they? I should have guessed at the beginning itself. Your blog itself is called 'Suruma Writes On...' And all the while I was calling you Jasmine (probably your name in school, am I right?). My brain is a little slow. It is used to be as fast as yours when I was young...
ReplyDeleteBut that is not the subject I wanted to write on. It is about your new poem. Are you some kind of a magician? Only magicians can bring out something from nothing. I have seen them producing rabbits out of hats. A wave of the magic wand and suddenly, wonder of wonders, there is a rabbit with long ears jumping out of a hat. Exactly like that you have written a beautiful poem with no subject at all. Congragulations!!! Keep writing. Everything is subject for a poem if you look at it with beautiful eyes. Your father, mother, friend, cat, donkey... Of course, they do not look similar. But you can write poems on each one of them in different ways.
Venu Uncle.
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ReplyDeletewow...yesterday i saw you but could not write a test....its really great dat u'r writing at this age....good ....i'm really happy to see you with good creative style....keep writing ma little one.....wish you all da best....luv thomman k.
ReplyDeletethank you thomman uncle- Jasmin Naur
ReplyDeletethank you venu uncle
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